The underground chamber had grown quieter.
Not because the danger had disappeared.
The corruption still surged beneath the mountains. The guardian still fought desperately near the fractured lower corridor while the Worldheart pulsed weakly like a fading star beneath the earth.
But something had changed.
The chaos no longer felt directionless.
Krishak had already made his decision.
And everyone else understood it now.
Silver light from the ancient archive reflected softly across the ruined chamber while the crystal pillars stood silently in the background like witnesses to another turning point in Earth's history.
Dev sat against a cracked stone pillar while staring blankly at the ceiling.
"You know.."
He sighed deeply.
"A normal person our age hides snacks or secret relationships."
His gaze shifted toward Krishak.
"You apparently hide disciples and long-term civilization plans."
Even now, Krishak remained calm.
"I was occupied."
"That answer continues to emotionally damage me."
Despite the exhaustion and heaviness surrounding them, the atmosphere softened slightly.
Only slightly.
Because beneath everything else-
They were still friends standing together at the edge of a terrifying new era.
Raghav folded his arms.
"So.
His expression remained serious.
"You're actually leaving for years."
"Yes.
No hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Ananya looked away briefly before speaking quietly.
"And during that time you'll continuously absorb corruption into yourself."
Krishak nodded once.
"The Origin Arts can refine it gradually."
"But it'll still affect you."
"Probably."
The honesty in his answer made the silence afterward even heavier.
Finally, Director Rao exhaled slowly.
"You really thought through everything already."
"Yes.
Krishak's gaze moved toward the endless archive behind them.
"I had to."
Then he raised one hand.
Several spatial rings appeared beside him through silver spiritual energy.
Everyone immediately focused.
Inside the rings were books.
Dozens of them.
Some bound traditionally with dark
covers.
Others formed from strange silver paper resembling ancient spiritual records.
Every single one carried handwritten notes throughout the pages.
Professor Devika looked genuinely startled.
"You wrote these?"
"Yes."
"When?"
Dev stared blankly again.
"..Does this man sleep?"
Krishak ignored him and picked up several books carefully.
"These are for my disciples.
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
Even the old man observed silently now.
Krishak placed the first book aside.
The cover carried flowing sword diagrams alongside countless handwritten annotations.
"This one is for Arav."
Raghav blinked.
"The quiet boy from the eastern training zone?"
"Yes."
Krishak's eyes softened slightly.
"He specializes in pressure-based sword intent."
Even the old man looked mildly surprised at the specificity.
The second book contained detailed spiritual diagrams and healing pathways.
"For Meera."
"Spiritual medicine and support arts."
Ananya's expression changed slightly.
"You trained support cultivators too?"
Krishak nodded.
"The future world won't survive through combat alone."
Silence followed.
Because once again—
He had already been thinking far ahead.
The third book carried dense formation symbols covering nearly every visible page.
"This is for Nikhil."
"Formation pathways and battlefield synchronization."
Dev rubbed his forehead slowly.
"You secretly built an entire future generation."
"I started early."
"That sentence somehow makes this " worse."
Krishak continued separating books one by one.
Each disciple had received different teachings.
Different cultivation paths.
Different foundations.
Yet all connected through the same core principle.
Balance.
Growth.
Responsibility
Director Rao observed quietly.
Most young awakened cultivators pursued power recklessly.
Yet this boy-
Had already begun preparing successors.
Finally, Krishak picked up the last group of books.
Unlike the others, these were simpler in appearance.
No advanced techniques.
No dangerous inheritances.
Just carefully written cultivation foundations.
Breathing methods.
Spiritual control exercises.
Basic qi circulation systems.
Knowledge.
Krishak handed them toward Professor Devika and Director Rao.
"These are for humanity."
The chamber became silent again.
Professor Devika accepted the books slowly.
Her eyes widened slightly after flipping through only a few pages.
"These.."
Her voice lowered.
"These cultivation systems are designed for ordinary humans."
Yes."
"No bloodline restrictions?"
"No."
"Awakening requirements?"
"No."
The silence deepened further.
The old man suddenly looked toward Krishak sharply.
"You intend to spread cultivation publicly."
"Yes."
"To the entire world?"
"Yes."
No hesitation.
Director Rao frowned slightly.
"Governments and organizations won't agree easily."
Krishak's expression remained calm.
"They won't have a choice forever."
The Worldheart pulsed weakly beneath the mountains.
"The future requires humanity itself to become stronger."
Not hidden elites.
Not monopolized techniques.
Humanity.
Ananya slowly flipped through one of the books.
Every explanation was incredibly clear.
Carefully simplified without destroying the cultivation principles themselves.
Even complete beginners could understand the foundations.
"You wrote all this alone?" she asked quietly.
Krishak nodded.
"Most of it during the last few months."
Dev looked offended.
"I spent the last few months struggling with assignments.
Despite the brief humor, everyone understood the significance of what rested inside those books.
If released publicly-
Human civilization itself would begin changing.
Krishak looked toward his friends again.
"Make sure my disciples stay hidden for " now."
Raghav nodded immediately.
"We will."
"They're talented," Krishak continued quitely.
"But still young."
His silver-blue eyes reflected the glowing archive softly.
"The world about to awaken fully won't be kind."
The old man studied Krishak silently for several moments.
Then finally spoke.
"You truly intend to place humanity on the cultivation path again."
Krishak answered calmly.
"It should've never been restricted in the first place."
The ancient man's expression shifted subtly.
Not disagreement.
Recognition.
Far beyond the underground ruins, storm clouds gathered across nations already struggling to understand the Great Awakening.
Ancient seals weakened.
Hidden inheritances resurfaced.
The world stood at the beginning of transformation.
And beneath the mountains
A young cultivator calmly prepared to carry corruption into isolation for years
While leaving behind the first foundations of a new era for humanity.